We go to great lengths to offer others the most attractive versions of ourselves. For instance, I will tell you I am a woodworker, an environmental educator, and a Jackofalltrades. I’ve taken jobs all over the country to learn the wide variety of craft skills that make up my bag of tricks. I might even divulge my thoughts on being a woman in the trades, and the passion I have for making these still male dominated spaces more accessible to women. None of it is a lie, but it’s not the whole truth either.
This piece took 60 hours to write, but over 5 years to make. It is a stream of consciousness telling of my life working in the trades. Written on a painter’s canvas drop cloth in reference to the tools of manual labor, and skill that often goes unseen -- this work puts what is almost always undervalued and edited out back into its rightful place.
Co-mingled throughout this page of triumphs and adventures while working and traveling are the stories that led to depression, loneliness, and self-doubt. While I might not get jobs by flying my fuck-ups and failures flag high, I do believe that the parts of ourselves that we are ashamed of, that we hide, that we deny, are exactly the stories that help others become less afraid to try.
Fabric pen, paint, canvas drop cloth